Some nights I just want to create, to continue to write a story, to watch the characters, just like I am making my own movie. Smile. See, I don’t even have to turn on the TV.
I’ve started a fourth book. I have to write. The stories want out and I am almost ten chapters in already.
Today was research, then I took a ride to think about it, then I cooked dinner with roasted chicken, baked beans, coleslaw and creamy sliced avocado.
Now I’m ready. I open my computer and lay my hands on the keys.
It’s time for the unnamed one to slip into the story.
He has a plan.